I have always sucked at anything that involved campaigning. My student council shut out every year of high school is a great way to illustrate that point because it was always the popular kids who got voted in but dropped out as soon as they realized they had to be at school at 7:15 for the meetings. So, like the scholastic vulture I was, I attended every meeting, sat quietly, waited for the first casualty, and then raised my hand to nominate myself when the student council adviser asked for recommendations for a replacement. It wasn’t exactly good for the ego, but I got what I wanted, and the popular kids who liked waking up early voted me on because they knew I was going to work my ass off.

And minus the waiting for the homecoming queen to get cramps and go home crying so I could take her seat as the official Alternate because I was that kind of cool, I fully commit to working my ass off here, too.

I announced a few days ago that I was officially throwing my hat in the ring for the Mamavation campaign. And because I know many of you are now scratching your heads and going “Wha????”, give me a moment to explain.

The Mamavation campaign is a social media experiment started and managed by Leah Segedie (@bookieboo), a walking little bit of inspiration who has successfully lost over 170 pounds over two pregnancies. She runs the Bookieboo site (where I have been an editor for almost a year), which is all about making families healthy, one mom at a time. It’s free to join, an awesome source of support, and the stepping point for those who may consider joining the Sistahood, which is the virtual healthy living sorority committed to learning healthy living.

I pledged and am a proud Sista now, thank you very much. Which leads me to the Mamavation campaign. I’ll let Leah explain it here.

“Mamavation™ is a social experiment and weight loss campaign in social media with the goals of teaching moms healthy living lifestyle choices so they can share with their family. Mamavation™ is a two part campaign: (1) a virtual healthy living boot camp for two moms and (2) the home of the first virtual healthy living sorority in social media, the Sistahood™”

Those moms selected enter into a 7 week healthy living virtual bootcamp, tweet, vlog, and otherwise share every detail of their experience, with the goal of becoming healthier and motivating others to do the same. Click here for the scoop on the rest of the details.

So, I am going to apply. I’m putting myself out there in a way I never would have imagined when I began writing Baby F(Ph)at. But I need your support, whether or not I am selected, to make it to my goal. So read up…

from Mamavation.com

Applications are being accepted September 27th to October 5th for campaign #6. Five moms will be chosen by @bookiebooo and then those 5 moms will go up for a public vote from October 11th to 18th. The Mamavation Moms will be announced during the Mamavation twitter party launch on Oct. 18th.  Each of the five moms will have to ignite their own campaigns to get votes.  Please use hashtag #mamavation when talking about the campaign.

And in order to be considered for the campaign and possibly make the final five, I need all of you reading this blog (writers, BFFs, sisters, Sistas, friends) to tweet the following to Leah to show her that we all mean business about finding my waistline:

“Hey @bookieboo! I want @aspiringmama to be the next #Mamavation Mom. She has my support! http://bit.ly/zqUxa”

Oh, and um, tweet this message A LOT.

Just make sure you wait until the nominations are officially open, m’kay?

Come on, people. I wrote the book.

Now help me write the epilogue.

 

I am the oldest of five and the mother of one. For those of you not familiar with the Number of Siblings to Children Ratio Theory, it basically means that everything I couldn’t have as a kid (because my father would have had to buy or do the same for each sister after me) I do for Buttercup. Pre-school is a perfect example, so I wanted to commemorate the event with a little gift.

So I bought a balloon that said, “You are so special to me!” And I presented it to her in class.

Buttercup smiled and tightly held on to the balloon as we walked to the minivan. I tried getting her to tell me about her day, but she kept saying she had to make a wish. I honestly had no idea what she was talking about.

It wasn’t until we got to my van that Buttercup looked up, let go, and wished on her balloon.

As it floated into the clouds, I vaguely remembered her cousin coming to visit. We had gone to a grocery store where they give the kids a free balloon in the checkout and Buttercup lost hers on the way to the car. To calm her down, my nephew told her not to be sad because you could make a wish on a balloon. So she did. And she remembered.

“What did you wish for, baby?” I asked as the heart-shaped balloon floated out of view.

She turned to me and smiled.

“I wished for happiness, Mama.”

 

I wrote a book about the size of my ass. Well, to be more specific, I wrote a book about how motherhood has changed my body and how my mind is still trying to play catch-up while doing my best (most of the time) to get back into my pre-pregnancy Happy Place. And in that book, I mention a lot of intimate details:

* What my body is like
* What I eat
* What I shouldn’t be eating
* The juggling involved with trying to fit in working out and taking care of Mama while Mama takes care of the world
* And, of course…the number on the scale.

So it’s not like I’m a stranger to sharing. Baby F(Ph)at may only have been read by a few people so far, but still…I put it out there…in black and white. So why did I get butterflies in the pit of my belly when I was reading over the application instructions for the next Mamavation campaign and saw that participants are required to post a photo of their scale number every week? I mean, really? Haven’t I kind of been doing that all along? Painting a picture with my words?

The truth is, as a writer, I’m used to hiding behind the picture I am painting. While my brain to mouth neurons have a pretty decent filter when it comes to what I share with the world, the ones connecting my brain to my fingers must have not been in my share of the family gene pool. Because while I might hesitate to verbalize something, my fingers have no shame when it comes to sharing details with the world. Looks like I need to work on a new kind of brave.

Example #1:
I weight 224.5 pounds right now. That is actually a relief to me considering I was 236 pounds when I started writing Baby F(Ph)at last year (I finished the book at about 218). It’s an even bigger relief to me because I haven’t made a real effort to work out since the week before leaving for BlogHer10. And? The Husband recently shared that he also gained about 5 pounds during our three week family vacation in Michigan, so yay for team spirit. Oh, and it’s important to note that that Doctor Office Scale had me at 233 last week, and here are my reasons for thinking that scale had it in for my ego: It was mid-day. I had just eaten lunch. I was wearing jeans AND sneakers. And I wasn’t naked, starving, and still yawning, which is my usual state of being when I weigh myself at home. (It’s not just me, is it? Those doctor office scales are like the mean girl in high school who lived to amplify my flaws. So I just stopped listening to them.)

Example #2:
I am happy to report that I have decided to focus on the positives this week. So instead of telling you that I had a Snicker’s bar when my hormones took control of my brain, I will tell you instead that I love Ezekiel bread and am going to make a truck-load of homemade and sugar free applesauce and apple juice this week. Oh. And I drink enough water on a regular basis to float a house because pop (or soda, depending on where you are from) tastes like syrup to me and that is just nasty.

Example #3:
How was my week? Aside from the Snickers Incident of 2010, I ate like a champ. There were plenty of complex carbs, fruits, lean proteins, and veggies. And I’m thrilled that Buttercup is now a fan of my ground bison and black bean chili recipe. I’m making good choices when we go out to eat, planning meals as often as I can to make the cooking thing easier as well as not break the bank at the grocery stores we frequent, and perfectly aware that while I am doing pretty well, I can do better.

Example #4:
I’m going to spend the next 5 days or so thinking of what I need to say and how to say it without sounding like an idiot in that Mamavation video I plan on submitting. That’s right. I am officially going to throw my hat in the ring. And I’ll tell you another secret…my fearless fingers are actually a little trembly right now as I type this.

Example#5:

What are my plans for this week? More good eating, dusting off the jogging stroller and taking Buttercup for a few long walks, trying out my new Just Dance game for the Nintendo Wii, and taking a good look at other activities that I might want to try (like the gym membership that The Husband just reminded me we are paying for and not using. Which makes me think he has a point. So add that one to the list of Things to Do for Pauline.) Yes?

Pardon me, people. I have some things to attend do. And I’m starting with making time for me.

 

Buttercup: Do we love each other?

Me: (As I hold her close) Yes, baby.

Buttercup: Can we still be friends?

Me: (laughing) I love you!

Buttercup: But can we still be friends?

 

When I started Story Time Saturdays, I had no idea how much I was going to fall in love with other mom’s and their unscripted moments with their kids. I love this video from @thenextmartha. Her little boy is adorable. And the conversation between mother and child was classic and utterly hilarious.
Take a look. Then go read your kid a book and give them a big, sloppy kiss because that’s what watching this video will make you want to do.

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